Too brief to know my name I wander the roads of this life Too weak to say "I'll quit this game" So-called feelings are holding me tight 'Cause fear replaces Your wishes and solid mind And likely embraces Your soul and dries your tears
Thus finally it's me that I see In the mirror - a friend of mine And finally I can drop my fancy dress And live for the first and last time And finally I'm becoming me By leaving this world behind And finally I can say "I quit this game" Instead of flowing down so blind
And finally it's me that I see In the mirror - a friend of mine And finally I can drop my fancy dress And live for the first and last time Finally I'm becoming me By leaving this world behind And finally I can say "I quit this game" Instead of flowing down so blind
Instead of flowing down so blind Instead of flowing down so blind